CASA MILLER - Curated by Arlène Berceliot Courtin

Press release

From the most baroque to the most minimal of curves, where is the meeting point between these forms whose emotions seem to be in a constant state of evolution? Casa Miller. A strange similarity with the initials of its author.

We know of Carlo Mollino and his abundant extravagance, which he developed in response to the belated futurist modernity of Turin; his dreams of speed, of architecture, the salons and palmistry séances where he would, on occasion, reveal his destiny. "A coup d'état is necessary to produce a work of authenticity" he liked to say.[1] His was incontestably the décor, the mise en scene, and the ambiance. Unparalleled, he shifted and deployed it through and in front of the photographic lens. A practice that remained secret until his passing in 1973, the accomplices to the act remained rare (among whom included, nonetheless, Carol Rama, living on the other side of the Via Napone). From these images, discovered only recently, emerges a latent eroticism; a suite of rounded horizontal forms, backs and faces blended together, some of which became the models, standards, or master forms for future realisations. Carlo Mollino lived between these manifestations as a victim of terrestrial and cosmological attraction, he believed in the influence of magnetic forces. An architecture of persuasion in its purest state, Casa Devalle (1938) as well as Casa Miller (1936), are houses of oblivion.[2] The apartment, which provides the exhibition with its title, was arranged as singularly as it was skilfully. Its capitonné upholstered walls were covered by curtains, containing a large number of objects, shells, furs, cut mirrors, lamps from which hands emerge, a bust, tables dominated by representations of the male body and a single edition of Italiani magazine, glass and fine wood furniture, but also chairs that he himself described as 'provocative' requiring the sitter?s frontal posture, supported by a straight spine, and finally, several beds. His characters were present, but only in passing, just as we are today. An ingenious lighting system deployed by a curved support mechanism that ran the length of the space brilliantly transformed it into a veritable view camera, allowing him to not only shoot with abandon from any interior angle but also to capture the full range of possibilities of his exceptional contortionist models. Carlo Mollino was recognised in his lifetime as a photography theorist, but it was through a simple greeting card shared with loved ones (1959 revealing his legs in a bodice, or 1960 where he is covered with a tiered petticoat and black Venetian mask), that his vocation for the slow reveal of the image began. Reading from his Il messaggio dalla camera oscura, it is difficult not to succumb: "From these dreaming objects, unaware of their fate, from a hand cum portrait, culminating in lips glimpsed upon a disappearing face, the invading presence of a luminescent nude, a clear look, but full of indecipherable innuendo, he realises he is in the grip of seduction, the ineluctability of their existence and the mystery of their nature."[3]

Confusion persists in the very subject of this phrase, not knowing if the author is evoking his own practice or directly identifying the technical tool of reproducibility. Ultimately unsurprising as Carlo Mollino liked ambiguity, enigma, and notably bringing an ironic architect?s planimeter to eroticism. Casa Miller plays with these codes, this palette of personal colours that he called a 'sentimental dial'; almost scientifically organising a chromatic deployment that he composed following a manual on radiethesia. [4]

The polaroid seems to have been invented to satisfy those without patience, and Carlo Mollino was naturally very sensitive to this, but the invention had the doubled effect of simultaneously transcending the wait time of an image and developing a certain rush (via its multiplicity) towards its own amnesia. Except of course for his instant photos where the montage prints as much as it intrigues!

Here in the space, red replaces midnight blue, and the mould of a horse head - an assimilated fetish - is embodied in bronze whose grip comes from shells abandoned in jean pockets. Flowers and sea sponges collected long ago are transformed into polished ceramic, hair hangs from the ceiling becoming the portrait of objects leaving the bitter perfume of magnolia[5], the curtains act as spectres of a now disappeared place, satin covers the sculptures whose splendour only the collector may unveil, the décor is emptied of its textual content, originating from the review Maisons Françaises to show only its crystalware and Bird of Paradise. The ambientazione moves and manifests itself differently. The Italian term remains difficult to translate, referring to information that relates to the time and place a story unfolds, and is used particularly in literature and theatre. A kind of tailor-made suit for the exhibition, it develops here in a new and expressive form.

From his dreams of private spaces, hidden, frequented (or not), fantasies of buildings overhanging the Mediterranean, we too will retain this proximity to an expansive body of water.[6] A story of water.[7] And this flat stone in the middle of the ocean upon which the meeting took place. Surfaces covered by intermittent waves, victims of repetition or of a ceremonial vertigo.